The Story Of My Ex: Part 1
Despite all the ups and downs I’ve publicly posted to this blog for the last year and a half (325 posts and counting!), there’s one subject I really haven’t discussed much – my ex girlfriend. Part of it is wanting to focus on the present and always strive forward. And…part of it is just…shame.
It’s probably best to start from the beginning. I met my ex about a month or so before the end of my freshman year of college. Up until that point, I’d never even kissed a girl in my life. I met her while working with a project on a classmate in her apartment, and she was roommates with the girl who would end up becoming my girlfriend. We ended up talking one night, and she added me to Facebook. A few days later she sent me her number out of the blue.
Our first date was a picnic in the park. Yeah, gag me.
I finally got over the kissing hump on the next date.
Three weeks later she went on a family trip with me. Red flag #1.
A week after that she was my official girlfriend, choosing me over her ex. Red flag #2.
Three weeks after that I spent five days in Southern California (I lived in NorCal that summer) with her and her parents. She picked a huge fight for no reason at the end of the week.
A month and a half later we took a two weeks vacation to the Caribbean and Disneyworld together. She was a bitch, yelled at her parents, and generally was a huge pain in the ass the whole trip.
Yeah, talk about things moving fast. Yet, this, plus the red flags, wasn’t enough to tell me to run far, far away. Despite this, I stayed with this girl for a year and a half. We lived together for a couple months, she asked for permission to cheat on me (I granted, kind of), and she generally made me a miserable human being. This is just the beginning of what I hope will be a lesson to other men who stumble across This Is Trouble.
Part 2 tomorrow.